I told you, you were brave

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

Danta's smile fades by degrees, to the point where he takes most of Asta's responses to be quite rhetorical, the Maverick stiffening as he realises he's getting the equivalent of a cold shoulder from the butcher. "To... shower...?" he repeats, glancing down at himself and sniffing at his open collar as if to check and see if his scent is the cause of the other man's behaviour. And sure he's a little ruffled, but no more or less than Asta has seen him at other times in the Dusklight, and he certainly can't detect a particular stench on himself.

"Are you... is everything okay? Have I done something to fuck you off tonight?" Well, despite being about as oblivious as it gets, at least Danta has the foresight to come right out and ask it, lest they continue simmering over it for the next however long. "They said you were doing paperwork so I thought I'd leave you to it for a bit."

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //